In my head (Open!)

[grayshade]

As I brush my hair away from my forehead, I glance over towards my best friend. His eyes fixated on the piece of wood he’s been carving out. In this moment, I can’t help but envy him. His parents actually approve of his goals, unlike mine. I begin to wonder what life would be like if my parents were more accepting. Maybe my relationship with my father wouldn’t be so strained. My brothers might have even found a different path in life to take. Pondering all of this just makes me more upset as I trek through the soft coat of snow in the forest.

“I don’t think I’m going to class today Nikolai,” I reveal. His concentration breaks free from the soon to be masterpiece, as he gives me a quizzical look. The moment our eyes meet, I rapidly turn towards the other direction. Out of all the relationships I’ve formed, which aren’t that many, Nikolai knows me the best and can figure out how I’m feeling. He knows I’m upset about something. I praise him in his ability to discover the deepest of emotions I feel. But I can’t help but regret giving him the chance to get to know the real me. The me that dreams of freedom from the dissenting voices of my parents. The me that longs for love and acceptance from others. In a sense, I feel weaker.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Aleks. And make sure you come tomorrow. They’re starting to get annoyed,” Nikolai responds. The disapproval is extremely evident.

“I will,” I mutter. As I diverge from our common path, I turn my head towards Nikolai and give him a smile. If there’s anything I can do to repay my best friend for everything he’s done for me, I hope it reveals itself.

After about four minutes, I finally decide to sit myself down against a stump that was once a tree. From my pocket I pull out my carving knife. As I run my fingers along the texture, I can almost remember the days I began to carve wood. How amazing it felt to discover my talent. I yearn for those days. The nearest piece of wood I find falls victim to my lean arms as they weave through the hard texture precisely. The muscles of my forearm begin to dance as I press harder into my medium. The forest appears as a background to my work of art. The white snow compliments the bark I have manipulated and I sit basking in the glory of solitude.

--Aleksander Dobschwinn

Open to anyone! Looking to get my first character involved.

[aquatic mammalian wh0re]

"Make sure you're back home in two hours, I don't want you getting stuck in the dark again.. Dad'll be pissed," I say to my little sister as she's leaving to her friend's house. She's growing up so fast.
"I know, stop worrying so much, Vern!"
As she shuffles away in the snow, I turn my back and head towards the forest to the west of my house. It's the only place I can have complete solititude. You'd think being alone would be easy for me, considering that I only have one good friend, but I need total silence. All the hustle and bustle of District Seven gets annoying.
I enter the woods, listening to the soothing chirping of the birds. It's so serene here. No one has ever found me; they're all too busy chopping away at trees.
Suddenly, I hear something. Sounds like someone carving; a sound all too familiar in this district. But no, there's someone here. Has my secret place been ruined?
"Hello? Anyone there?" I call out to the expanse of trees.

[OOC: If you wanna see my character bio, here it is: thehungergamesrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=lowmidchar&thread=34952&page=1
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[grayshade]

The sound of a man's voice echoes through the forest causing the knife to slice through my left thumb. I freeze for a second, but my tense eye brows begin to relax as I realize the voice was too young to cause me any trouble. As I look towards the snow beneath my feet, a puddle of red slush has began to form. "Shit," I shout with no constraint. The puddle of bloody snow leaves me panicking as I kick it away. I almost feel the need to compose myself before the stranger who called out to me approaches.

With the knife and wooden bark, now in the shape of an unfinished spoon, I walk slowly towards the direction of the voice. I kind of hope he doesn't notice my bleeding finger. Don't really feel like explaining that one.

--Aleksander Dobshwinn

Hey, thanks for posting. I linked my profile above. Just hover over my name .

[aquatic mammalian wh0re]

I turn to my left and find that I was right, there is someone here. A boy about my age is standing there with a knife and a piece of wood, cautiously looking up at me. He kind of reminds me of a deer at first, gentle and poised to flee. I can tell he's a bit shy, which isn't a bad thing, considering that's how I am myself. I stand up straight and walk up a bit closer.
"Hey, I'm Vern. I suppose you use the forest as a getaway too?" I flash a bit of a charming smile - no use being cold to him, the weather is already freezing and he seems like a good kid.